Our guise is that of an apparition enthralled in the vanity of self-worship our robe our crown as much a part of us as the very marrow in our bones we
I've packaged my emotions it's limited edition in the new clear vinyl this one's guaranteed to make you weep with the pretty print oh we'll sell it all
ice pick in my eardrums if i could someday regain my hearing i envision (more more more) snapping your neck (more more more) tilt back your head and fucking take it
every person in this place will lose their fucking lives i am a burning building bringing everyone inside to the ground in the time it takes to make things
damned thing and i can feel even less a nice (there's an upside to) subtle (corporal tunnel) fuck you (duster hits and) fuck you and fucking your secretary it
praise your name panic may arise shut your mouth as every last limb is amputated who knew in ten years you'd just be gone? and i think it's safe to say
'em You cut 'em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin' em Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel Fuck
my fair day R.I.P. to my baby bro, UGK until It ain't no stopping this movement, you lose on the real Cause we keeping it trill, that's from ashes to
got it nice my every day is like your worst night The world is digging in my wounds screaming out i bet it hurts right? But it hurts more i got regrets
a stunna I ain't gon change it Don't.. you.. know.. it's a way of life? Do you want it? Cause I'm about to break it Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no,
Some jokers got a rough time keepin' it concealed I wonder what it mean, it's probably self-esteem They fiendin to be seen, get hemmed like Gaberdeens Cats think it
to do it, do it Make me do it, do it Do it do it do it now! What what, we got to do it, do it Do we do it, do it, do it, ah do it now! What what,
to tell about it, never leavin home without it, c'mon [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] There's no one out there, for us, to fear I'll say it loud and clear..
my nigga to get me some yayo, double up nigga what you need? We got weed to get P.O.D.'d Fiend for the green leaves, give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low
hit the ground Lampin on the handball courts, or the square, we can take it there Settle it son, who the champion? (It's like that, niggaz want to
the Mobb bang through your stereo It's heavy metal for the black people, rock 'n' roll But it's hip-hop though, my drug music It's therapeutic to the user, you slam dance to it
This shit is fucked up 'cause some niggas call it tough love It's crazy 'cause you might know a nigga all your life And he got a twisted alterier motive
same streets the police take us Livin' on the corner so won't speak it out my mouth Respect and got the money son, that's all that it's about No doubt
